You looked into my face
but the moon
through the window
behind you
caught my gaze.
You saw my focus soften
and looked too.
Our honey moon.
moon
Open curtains
Open curtains protest moon-white purity to neighbours.
Below, gulls laugh at foxes.
As always.
Under the moon
Under the moon the slow impulse called me.
I felt the danger
I would lose my soul in your soul
to please you.
All the shadows were soft-sugar grey;
the thought of the proteas shone through.
The moon kisses the sea
The old man told me: Night after night the moon kisses the sea to hide her pale loneliness. Then, from behind the thinning clouds, the stars appear. Several fall and disappear, but if you watch closely, one, always one, flies across the face of the moon. She turns her head and a night breeze rises, follows the star and he rides the night wind with the moon. For a night at least he is hers and she his. And that is what you must live for.
Halfmoon hanging
Halfmoon hanging in the daylit sky;
wakening sun warming morning blood;
Edinburgh early summer awaits.
The longest night
The longest night. Clouds covering thin moon. Few cold stars silver in the black surrounding sky. Golden eyes blink slowly, twice.
simonsalento 